Unrefined Opinions

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An indentation fixed upon

Those spliced agendas

         Too often ignored

By salutations bred in happenstance,

An uneasy gullet appears, stirring forth an awkward shuffling of

         Distracted feet

“I think I’ll have Chinese”

“sounds great…ooh, I’m

getting the California roll”

“uhh…ok”

Sometimes it’s best not to offer penance when there is not a scar to erase—

Sometimes it’s best to allow the errors come back naturally, rather than explaining away some insignificance…

Tell that to the Japanese….

Tempura right

Sake

Damn ignorance is like a jackknife into a pool of rocks

But, it’s an offense even the most cautious and

Deliberate must at some time defend—

         Which of course

Does not absolve the responsibility stirred

In restitution’s anti-trust…

         It most certainly doesn’t exonerate one from their bigotry, just because one was born that way, taught that way, only lived a life in an environment as such….for if it did

         Well then we’d wind up with too many jackasses on parade, evil so and so’s dancing about with equality’s severed head dangling from a blood soaked hand—

                                    And all of our disgust will swiftly wipe away with a singular flash of that mentos smile…glimmering in obnoxious pools of blissful unconsciousness

         Only to awake the next sunrise

Wondering where the throbbing brow was first born

         And when the recognition finally sifts the clues together, pasting the picture back to whole…the nausea hits

and overcompensation seems the natural recourse—which

will seem forced, be out of character, out of place—thusly

it’ll seem false—which, of course, it is…not the actions necessarily, but the motives behind them, and I sit here then, wondering, which type of bigotry is worse…

There’s no easy answer

Lengthy deliberation will

undoubtedly paint some foul

corners—and

sometimes, it’s just best

to shut up and seem cold and uncaring—

which, of course, you can write off as being afflicted by demons you’re trying to sort out, or you are going through a bad patch, depression has a hold on you, yadda yadda yadda, and the like, all viable reasons, but those ready to condemn you, don’t care about what got you to where you are, they just want someone, anyone to blame…they want a goat, so once again, they can be reassured when they look in the mirror—

an epiphany delivers

it’s message, loud and clear

         like a drop of blood

                  in a lake so clear….